Mikhail Mishin, the life of a trans russian

~School part 2~

No one's Pov

Mikhail felt awkward as hell. Soon class was finally over though. As he walked out of class Anastasia and Natalya walked over to him. "We're going into our usual corner?" Anastasia asked. Mikhail just nodded and walked alongside them with his phone in his pocket, his lunch box in his one hand and a manga in the other. "Sitting next to Dimitri is so bad. He just kept muttering during class. It was do annoying." Anastasia complained. "It's not as bad as sitting next to Ivan and Camilla." Mikhail answered. The three continued their short walk in silence.

After about a minute they arrived at their corner, it was a small spot between a door and a shelf, but enough space for the three. Anastasia went in first, then Mikhail and then Natalya.

Mikhail Pov
While the other two started chatting I was eating a little and reading my manga. Like usual they teased each other and poked eachother in the rips. Not that I really cared though. Until I felt a hand in my rip. "Ow stop that!" I said and out of reflex my arm went down to stop the fingers from poking into my rips.

In response Anastasia just giggled and removed her fingers. "Sorry it was just the perfect opportunity! You were so lost in your thoughts!" I signed. "Whatever." I turned my focus back to eating.

Timeskip to after school

I walked out of class with an exhale. Finally I survived this day at school. As I walked the usual route to the bus station I found myself nearly slipping. When I looked up again I saw the same depressing city. I probably forgot to mention it, but I live in a not so nice part of Moscow. When the bus finally arrived I entered and waited for my station to come.

On the bus ride nothing special happened. When I finally got off it, I found myself in my neighborhood. The same group of gopniks were smoking at the bike rack, some workers passing by and a prostitute that seemed high. I signed and quickly walked to the khrushchevka I lived in. As soon as I entered I saw that the ground was frozen again.

I carefully made my way upstairs until I finally arrived at my flat. When I entered I was immediately greeted by loud yelling. "Polina, what did I told you?! Do not steal your sisters sweets! Now she's throwing a tantrum again!" I heard my stepmother say, in the background I could hear my youngest stepsister Alina crying and screaming.

"I'm home." I said as I passed the scenery and walked into my room. In there I went to sketch a little, not that it matters though.
I groaned annoyed when I realised I couldn't find any ideas. Why is my head so foggy right now?! Frustrated I opened my phone and saw 200 messages I missed in a group chat.

I signed and read through every single of them, when I noticed we got a new member so I sent a late welcome. "Why am I never on time there?" I thought to myself as I continued reading the messages. "Seems like Ash and the new person are "dating" great." I thought to myself, Ash was a friend made about five months ago, he lives in the USA and falls in love with everyone he meets, heck we even dated once! But like two months ago he met some Indonesian people online and invited me into a group chat with them, and guess who's always left out cuz noone cares? Right me.

I tried to push the negative thoughts away, right now two were chatting about some website so I decided to look if i missed anything more. 150 messages unread in another group chat and again it was Ash and that new member flirting. Great.
Feeling a little lonely like always, I decided to text two old friends. "Hopefully they'll answer, I hate having no friends." I thought to myself. It was true though, yes I have Anastasia and Natalya, but they know nothing about me and don't really care, and online I don't have friends as well.

~End~

Honestly I put more of my current situation than imagined stuff into this chapter. The situation with Ash actually happened today and I honestly feel shitty for being jealous. We haven't had much contact in the last few weeks, but still it hurts to know that I left a friend group for him (and someone that trusted me a lot) just for him to end up ignoring me. I know it would be better for me to leave the group chats, but I can't being myself to, I want to have at least some human interactions with people besides my family (yes the family situation is also what happens here everyday). And I'm probably using this story as a coping mechanism to deal with my problems, but who cares?
I just hope life gets better.
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